Erica Duchess 소설 & 이야기

So what the hell was her suitcase doing in my living room? My fingers twitched at my sides. I looked at Evelyn. She didn’t say a word. Just lowered her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the courage to do so. Before I could even turn to ask her, a voice rang out from behind the hallway. “Oh! You’re back!” I froze. Erica stepped out, wearing a tight satin dress like she was auditioning for a soap opera. Her fake smile was plastered across her face, her heels clacking dramatically on the floor as she strutted forward, confident and dangerous.

Duke Soren repeated in annoyance. “Um…” Mira bit her lower lip hesitantly before raising her eyes to look at Jack “Hubby, why don’t we……” “Our relationship seems to be fated.” The duchess smiled as she decided to take on the baton for conversation. “My son-in-law seems to be your cousin-in-law and our daughter-in-law is your sister’s closest friend.” She didn’t know about the dynamics of these relationships and thought of pulling the relationship string to move them.

The role already fit my girl to the fucking T. “Imeela approached my lovely mate and offered her the position. Apparently, it had been one that her parents had wanted to give her back in the day, but the permanently-fucking-dead-dickless-darkie happened. So, she will be the Imperial Duchess to the Precoza coven, making me and Byron the Imperial Dukes.” Chris’ jaw comically dropped. I was expecting some type of smart-ass comment, but he just looked genuinely surprised but happy. He came over and pulled Ziyah into a hug, sniffling a bit. Those had to be fake fucking tears.

But she refused it and choose to stay in Crestile after fulfilling her obligations there. Late Queen Ericha already settled the life of her son and her previous lover, Warren inside Versailles before she died that evening. She know that there’s a possible bad thing going to happen, but Warren also assure her that he’s going to keep her son safe. Warren was her secret lover and been in a relationship for couple of months. Unfortunately, Queen Ericha, first wife of King Harold was married to him who cruelly accepts the witch’s blessing which concerns the estate of Versailles that certainly sought a head of person in exchange till he have his second wife, Queen Maline.

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

He looked breathtakingly regal, like a warrior protecting his realm. The heavy oak doors opened. Organ music swelled. Serenity walked down the aisle alone. She wore a royal mantle made of deep red velvet and ermine fur. It dragged five meters behind her, carried by two pages. She held her head high. No longer the scared girl who fled New York. No longer the tired single mom. She was Aurelia. The Grand Duchess. She reached the altar. Jackson offered his hand, and she took it. His grip was warm and steady.

Avery Elise's P. O. V. "Someone's here to see you, Lycan Queen!" Tricia announced as she opened the door to Duke's office. Duke and I looked at each other as I watched Tricia be surprised to see Duke. She bowed her head in an apologetic way. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I wasn't informed that you're back already!" Tricia sounded nervous.

Upon getting to her front, he leaned over her desk and whispered into her ear. “ Be prepared. I'm a devil and I will be willing to show you to hell.” He smirked darkly at her and walked over to his seat for the next class. Ellie, Prince Killian's girlfriend, glared daggers at Nicki who simply rolled her eyes. Just when Alpha Prince Killian wanted to take his seat, Nicki spoke up. “ Thank you for the invitation. I'm willing to go to hell with you. I bet it would be fun.” She said aloud for everyone to hear.

I say, and push the buggy carrying Adare deeper into the room. “Would you like us to take care of the prince while you enjoy refreshments?” “No, he’s fine right here.” The Omega looks surprised, but I have a feeling the older woman has no idea what goes on outside the walls of Erica’s apartments. “I’ll fetch the dowager queen. Please make yourself at home.” I perch on the edge of an uncomfortable, gilded straight-back chair with velvet upholstery. A few minutes later, Erica comes floating into the room, and I’m half surprised to see her in modern clothes, instead of a proper Georgian gown fit for the queen she thinks she is.

the Duke replied, his voice softening. ‘Thank you, old friend.’ While they exchanged polite words, Millie entered with a tray of steaming tea and delicate pastries. She passed it to Eira, who stood by the door like a silent shadow. Without breaking her composure, Eira poured the tea with careful precision. When she reached the Duke, she asked gently, “Would you prefer lemon, milk, or sugar?” ‘Everything’s in place. Can we proceed with the cleansing ritual now?’ The Duke smiled faintly. “Just sugar, thank you. My daughter’s tastes are simple. She often adds an infant’s heart to her tea; could you please inform the servants in Her Majesty’s quarters?”